i still dont bleed thats a message to the weak 3 black Chevys in a real slow creep , hanging out the window, mouth full of gold teeth whole damn city bout to really know me fuck about ya feeling that's my old I'd mask on the the face they dont knw bout me no Bros where I go ..cause I hold my Fate doing shows on th road gotta show my case got a family back home .. hope they hold my place even if they don't ill never. show no hate grew up on the block shootin dice and fades something fishy bouta cracker with a crew cut and shades ima paranoid nigga I can't change my ways know they wanna stop me 4 I pave my way no trust In a nigga if he see both ways keep that shit real I only got one face homicide in my city, hope I beat that case geekin on a bitch cause she ain't trap made give a fuck about some pussy that's thrown my away if she ain't undercover she got me slay watching but the feds can't build no case shed full of money that they can't locate product of the killers we who ain't got name shit so real , got the gun off safety hardest on the block been trappin since a baby free my sister and my lil cuzin tracy doing 15 hope they smile when I'm famous money to the books keep it real entertainment